Cedar Lane Farms is like many developments you’ve probably seen; lots of new, beautiful homes amidst a lot or two that is still being built. There are two or three types of models, with the owners perhaps picking out a different shutter color to distinguish them from the rest. Freshly manicured laws. A Mercedes in one driveway.
Evelyn and I sometimes walk in Cedar Lane Farms. It sits across the busy street from our simple, yet clean and efficient apartment. This morning, I found myself playing make believe as I pushed her in her baby carrier, the one that snaps into the stroller and what infants are supposed to be carried in. Yet, she insisted. Her feet hang way over the edge and she’s clearly much too big, but I guess she was playing her own game of make believe, too.
So, I pushed her, remembering the days when she actually did fit, and let my mind wander as we passed the alternating brick and stone houses. I wondered about the people living in these homes, whether they were happy. I pretended we lived in one, probably the stone, with a balcony over the front stoop, with white trim. A backyard that I can actually let Evelyn play in. And then a thought crossed my mind…where’s the fun and adventure in that? Now, trust me, the day we own a home and live somewhere more than half a year, I will not be complaining. But, this all too familiar white picket fence with a wrap-around porch fantasy I was playing in my head, well, maybe that can wait.
If you’ve read my blog before, I think you’ll know that one of my struggles is contentment. As a girl, and as an adult, I want it to be tomorrow when it’s today. It’s like I’m always waiting to “make it,” whatever that means. When the day comes for us to settle down a bit more, I’m sure it will be exciting, with lots of perks, not to mention lots more bills.
But, for now, bring on the adventures.
Two of my favorite pictures from the adventure in England last Christmas, with two of my favorite people…